We were waiting for the train. It was cold on the platform and we sought some warmth
Excuse me is there anywhere to grab a coffee I asked the person on the platform in uniform. No it’s all closed after 6
A crowd of police on the opposite platform as we looked on, a change of shift?
Into the sparse, cold, dirty waiting room we go. Sit on the freezing metal seat, chatting excitedly about the art exhibition we’ve just seen. The stories shared.
Sharing, reminiscing, days of waiting rooms like in A brief encounter. Yes we’ve let the country go to shit.
A person offering chocolates, sharing the story of having covid, undecorated door, booby prize, a little cup, crap bus to the back of beyond, the person with the scowl with comic red tie.
Oh how we laughed